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Astrid’s eyes snapped open, and her whole body tightened.
THUMP!
MUFFLED THUMP SQUEAK!
SQUEAK!
SQUEAK!
SQUEAK!
That asshole. He was up there either messing with her or having the time of his life with his hand wrapped around his cock.
Oh, that dick of his. Mmm-mmm-mmhhhh.
THUMP!
SQUEAK!
MUFFLED THUMP!
Okay, no one went on a multi-continent dick tour without appreciating what was between some folks’ legs but Cal’s? Hard and thick and with just the slightest bend that hit her just right and—
Her hand was mostly under the elastic waist of her sleep shorts before she stopped herself. It wasn’t that she was against fond-recollection-fueled orgasms but not with him. Or from him. Or about him.
Fucking A.
She was not going to let the sounds that I-know-what’s-good-for-you jerk was making and her memories from last night goad her into getting off while thinking about him. No. She was not. She was stronger than that.
THUMP!
THUMP!
SQUEAK!
Clenching her jaw tight, she fisted her hands and glared up at the dog-dolphin duo in the ceiling above her bed and did her absolute best to imagine absolutely anything except for the feel of Cal’s very agreeable dick that happened to be attached to a guy who was one.
It took a minute, but she had just gotten her breathing back to normal and her core to ease back on that needy ache when she realized the noises had stopped. She checked her clock. Two whole minutes? Thank God that hadn’t been the case last night.
She grabbed her phone and started texting.
Astrid: That was the big finish? Kinda quick, huh?
Cal: It was a joke. I was flopping on the bed.
Astrid: Thank God. That would be very disappointing for your future partners—none of whom will be me again. Although, as a friendly note, I’d recommend you keep doing that simultaneous soft bite and fingering thing from tonight. That was nice.
Her hard nipples brushed against her T-shirt when she rolled over onto her side. It wasn’t much, more of a hint than an actual rub, but tonight it was enough to make her core clench. Two seconds of indecision later and she had her hand under her shirt, rolling her nipples, pinching them hard enough to make her thighs squeeze together on their own.
Her phone buzzed.
Cal: From the sounds you were making in that pantry, you thought it was more than nice.
Her first impulse was to deny it, but what was the point? She’d come all over his hand not five hours ago. She cupped her breast, lifting it and then grazing the sensitive flesh with her nails. It was good. Not as good as when Cal had played with her, teasing her until she was ready to scream, but it was good. Really, didn’t she owe it to the sisterhood to make sure he knew what parts of his technique were A-plus material? She did. Not telling men those things was how the whole jackrabbit pumping thing happened. She couldn’t do that to the women of the world.
She let go of her breast, rolled onto her back, and started typing.
Astrid: Well, if we’re being honest, when you lifted my hips last night while you were fucking me? That was good, too. Be careful with the bossing-around thing, though. Not every woman enjoys that.
